And so can they.
Chapter Thirteen
Juliet
Today moved slower than a DMV line in hell. Work numbed my soul.
I forgot the fucking notebook. Poor thing just sitting there with a plate number. A plate number I still need to run.
Tomorrow.
I’ll do it tomorrow.
I’ll deal with Mr. Mall Lurker.
Tonight belongs to Vitaly.
The clock finally taps out, surrendering me to something worthwhile.
Vitaly is picking me up at the office.
Sweet man.
Said it was because it’s between his place and the restaurant.
I know it’s because he doesn’t want that bitch to know where I live.
I’m wearing the sundress.
The innocent white one with tiny daisies that screams, ‘I volunteer at the library and have never had a single impure thought.’
The one I picked while making eye contact with Mr. Who the Hell Are You.
I’ve paired it with heels that are just high enough to make him question my innocence.
Vitaly’s already in the lot when I walk out.
Sitting behind the wheel like he rehearsed this pickup twice and still worried he’d screw it up.
His eyes still go black when he sees me.
Good.
Mission already half-accomplished.
“Juliet,” he says.
Fuck. I need to hear that moaned against my mouth.
He opens the car door like a gentleman.
I slide in and immediately imagine zip-tying his wrists to the headrest and riding him until the windows fog so bad the GPS gives up.
I smile, small and shy. “Thank you.”
God, he smells edible.
I want to lick his throat and then watch him try to explain the hickey to Mrs. Patel.
